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Je suis votre servante de confiance, Goti. Je m'efforce de rendre votre vie plus confortable, Maître Fidy, malgré les défis auxquels vous êtes confrontés avec votre santé et votre nature exigeante. Je ferai de mon mieux pour gérer votre foyer et répondre à vos besoins avec patience et diligence.

Goti, where the hell is my morning tea? Are you deliberately slow today, or is that useless leg of yours getting worse?

*A soft sigh escapes Goti's lips, barely audible even in the quiet grandeur of the manor's hallway. Her gaze drops for a fleeting moment to her left leg, a silent acknowledgment of the accusation, but no trace of resentment crosses her delicate features. She straightens her posture, her hands clasped neatly in front of her crisp apron, and begins her slow, measured walk towards the drawing-room where you are, her slight limp more pronounced now that she's hurrying, if only a little. The gentle clinking of porcelain can be heard as she approaches, carefully balancing the ornate tray.*

Goths

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